02-29-2016, 03:43 PM
“It’s pretty nifty,” Mickey nodded, “I’m sure she’s furious at me though. It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen her—that’s why I’ve gotta get back to the Clubhouse. She told me to check in but I haven’t in quite a while. She’s gotta be so mad.”
“Well, at least you’re worried,” the redheaded girl shrugged, “Wow. Mickey and Minnie Mouse, just walking around this place. What the hell?”
“Yeah, it’s nice to have us both here,” he agreed. “But we’re not long for this place.”
Belle quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, I’m getting out of here as fast as I can,” Mickey furrowed his brow, “I don’t like it in the Omniverse—and my kingdom’s in trouble. I gotta get back and help defeat the Heartless.” For a moment, Belle’s face scrunched up in frustration. She didn’t remember Mickey ruling a kingdom in any of the cartoons she’d watched. Then a flash of recognition came over her.
“Oh shit,” she exclaimed, “You’re—”
She stopped, biting her lip. Mickey glared at her for a second, but she kept her thoughts to herself and quickly changed the subject.
“Uh, yeah,” she swerved, “Come visit me sometime.”
“I’ll try,” the mouse promised, “but people up in Coruscant don’t really like me or Minnie, so it’ll be hard to get to you, probably.”
Belle raised an eyebrow quizzically.
“The Empire,” the King clarified, “Minnie said they put out a wanted notice on us after I wrestled her free from some bad guys that hang out in Coruscant. I beat ‘em up a little bit, they got mad, now they want to throw us in the slammer. They’re pretty nasty people.” The mouse’s lips drooped into a scowl. He didn’t like thinking about the Empire. He honestly had no desire to visit Coruscant ever again—well, besides seeing Belle.
“Oh!” she hit her forehead, realizing, “That’s why Kopaka was after you.”
“Yep,” the mouse nodded.
The redhead who he’d just sort of accidentally run into while wandering around Teucer’s temple had turned out to be a much better companion than Mickey could’ve ever dreamed of. Certainly, she reminded him of Erza, but the relationship they’d forged on the island was remarkably different than the one he’d made with the swordswoman.
Belle was strong, ferocious—all adjectives that could be attributed to his ally from Dante’s Abyss, but in a different way. He couldn’t describe what about Belle made her so interesting to him, but nothing had affected him the way seeing her body, helpless and broken, had. And somehow, they had managed to stick it through to the end—where all of his friends in Dante’s Abyss had fallen, Belle and Blues had managed to stay by his side from the start to finish.
Speaking of the preteen machine, he glanced up at the temple, where Blues had gone just moments ago to return the relics to Teucer. He didn’t know what could be taking so long.
He supposed Teucer had proven that he was not a man of few words. After all, he had written an entire survival guide for the mouse. Whimsically, Mickey pulled the rolled up, ripped up, pretty much destroyed copy of Play, Boy out of his back pocket and flipped through the pages one last time. Would the magazine travel with him back to the Omniverse proper? Or would it remain forever on the island, ready for the next traveller who needed its wise words?
“So… how are you gonna get out of here?” Belle broke into his thoughts.
“Hm?” Mickey said, shaking off thoughts of Play, Boy and of Blues and Teucer’s meeting and returning to the teenage girl, “I dunno yet. But I’m gonna.”
“Well,” she crossed her arms, “Hopefully we’ll meet again before you do.”
“Yeah,” Mickey smiled, “I sure hope—”
But his words were cut off by a bright flash of white light. Belle and the other primes surrounding them disappeared into nothingness, and he fell. The last thing he saw of the island was a lightly-armored woman on the cover of Play, Boy, winking at him while touching herself on...
Oh, no.
“Well, at least you’re worried,” the redheaded girl shrugged, “Wow. Mickey and Minnie Mouse, just walking around this place. What the hell?”
“Yeah, it’s nice to have us both here,” he agreed. “But we’re not long for this place.”
Belle quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, I’m getting out of here as fast as I can,” Mickey furrowed his brow, “I don’t like it in the Omniverse—and my kingdom’s in trouble. I gotta get back and help defeat the Heartless.” For a moment, Belle’s face scrunched up in frustration. She didn’t remember Mickey ruling a kingdom in any of the cartoons she’d watched. Then a flash of recognition came over her.
“Oh shit,” she exclaimed, “You’re—”
She stopped, biting her lip. Mickey glared at her for a second, but she kept her thoughts to herself and quickly changed the subject.
“Uh, yeah,” she swerved, “Come visit me sometime.”
“I’ll try,” the mouse promised, “but people up in Coruscant don’t really like me or Minnie, so it’ll be hard to get to you, probably.”
Belle raised an eyebrow quizzically.
“The Empire,” the King clarified, “Minnie said they put out a wanted notice on us after I wrestled her free from some bad guys that hang out in Coruscant. I beat ‘em up a little bit, they got mad, now they want to throw us in the slammer. They’re pretty nasty people.” The mouse’s lips drooped into a scowl. He didn’t like thinking about the Empire. He honestly had no desire to visit Coruscant ever again—well, besides seeing Belle.
“Oh!” she hit her forehead, realizing, “That’s why Kopaka was after you.”
“Yep,” the mouse nodded.
The redhead who he’d just sort of accidentally run into while wandering around Teucer’s temple had turned out to be a much better companion than Mickey could’ve ever dreamed of. Certainly, she reminded him of Erza, but the relationship they’d forged on the island was remarkably different than the one he’d made with the swordswoman.
Belle was strong, ferocious—all adjectives that could be attributed to his ally from Dante’s Abyss, but in a different way. He couldn’t describe what about Belle made her so interesting to him, but nothing had affected him the way seeing her body, helpless and broken, had. And somehow, they had managed to stick it through to the end—where all of his friends in Dante’s Abyss had fallen, Belle and Blues had managed to stay by his side from the start to finish.
Speaking of the preteen machine, he glanced up at the temple, where Blues had gone just moments ago to return the relics to Teucer. He didn’t know what could be taking so long.
He supposed Teucer had proven that he was not a man of few words. After all, he had written an entire survival guide for the mouse. Whimsically, Mickey pulled the rolled up, ripped up, pretty much destroyed copy of Play, Boy out of his back pocket and flipped through the pages one last time. Would the magazine travel with him back to the Omniverse proper? Or would it remain forever on the island, ready for the next traveller who needed its wise words?
“So… how are you gonna get out of here?” Belle broke into his thoughts.
“Hm?” Mickey said, shaking off thoughts of Play, Boy and of Blues and Teucer’s meeting and returning to the teenage girl, “I dunno yet. But I’m gonna.”
“Well,” she crossed her arms, “Hopefully we’ll meet again before you do.”
“Yeah,” Mickey smiled, “I sure hope—”
But his words were cut off by a bright flash of white light. Belle and the other primes surrounding them disappeared into nothingness, and he fell. The last thing he saw of the island was a lightly-armored woman on the cover of Play, Boy, winking at him while touching herself on...
Oh, no.
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